Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.